A wet Sunday in a country inn

A wet Sunday in a country inn! Whoever has had the luck to experience one can alone judge of my situation. The rain pattered against the casements¹; the bells tolled² for church with a melancholy³ sound. I went to the windows in quest of something to amuse the eye; but is(性乱) seemed as if I had been placed completely out of the reach of all amusement. The windows of my bed-room looked out among tiled roofs and stacks of chimneys, while those of my sitting-room⁴ commanded a full view of the stable yard. I know of nothing more calculated to make a man sick of this world than a stable yard on a rainy day. The place was littered with wet straw had been kicked about by travelers and stable-boys. In one corner was a stagnant⁵ pool of water, surrounding an island of muck; there were several half-drowned fowls⁶ crowded together under cart, among which a miserable,crest-fallencock, drenched⁷ out of all life a and spirit; his drooping⁸ tail was matted, as it were, into a single feather, along which the water trickled⁹ from his back; near the cart was a half dozing¹⁰ cow, chewing her cud, and standing¹¹ patiently to be rained on, with wreaths of vapour rising from her reeking¹² hide; a wall-eyed horse, tired of the loneliness of a stable, was poking¹³ his spectral¹⁴ head out of a window, with the rain dripping on it from the eaves; an unhappy cur, chained to a dog-house hard by, uttered something every now and then between a bark and yelp¹⁵; a drab of a kitchen wench tramped backwards¹⁶ and forwards through the yard in patterns, looking as sulky as the weather itself; everything, in short, was comfortless and forlorn, excepting a crew of hardened ducks, assembled like boon¹⁷ companions round a puddle¹⁸ and making a riotous¹⁹ noise over their liquor.

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